Part 2 in an occasional series giving an insight into my muffled world.
Two for you today - to make up for my absence recently due to pressure of work.
Emma: I'll talk to my next door neighbours, Sam and Alan.
Me: Your next door neighbours have salmonella?
Ring at doorbell. I open door to see 5 small children, aged 5-7.
Guliz (spokesperson): Hello, Debi. Sorry to disturb you. We were wondering if you could possibly let us have one very small potato.
Me: Oh. Sure. Just hang on there a minute.
Thinks: potato prints? Potato gun? Sweet.
Me: Here you go, guys. The smallest potato I could find.
Children: Sideways glances at each other. Feet shuffling. Obvious discomfort.
Me: Is there a problem?
Guliz: Um, well that's very kind of you, Debi. Thank you. Only what we wanted was a small container.
Marie-Lise: Can I have the potato anyway?